The monster was suddenly surrounded by four ghouls, three with their kagune out. They were slowly closing in on it. They wrapped their kagunes around each one of the stark black limbs, making sure they weren't going to be used anytime soon, and around the figure's body. They held it down, while the ghoul who didn't have their kagune out, ripped off it's dark blood crimson limbs. A screeching scream filled the air each time a limb was ripped off.
"Ayato! Now! While he is immobile," a voice cries loudly. A teenage boy with purple indigo hair slowly walks closer to the restrained figure. He kneels down before them, meeting their covered eyes. They sigh softly.
"Kaneki? Can you hear me?"
A sharp high pitched scream releases itself from the monster's throat. It started trying to break away from the strong muscled limbs holding it down. A flare of pain flashed through its body.
"Kaneki?! Its me, Ayato. Calm down. Everything is in control." The boy, Ayato says loud enough to hear over the screams.
The pain kept on growing more intense. Each time Ayato said something, the pain got worse. There was something or someone trying to claw its way out of the dark.
In the storm of evergrowing pain, the creature felt to soft hands cup its cheeks. The pain lessened. The monster was confused. The soft hands forced the monster's gaze upwards to look into deep purple irises. It could see pain, concern, and.. was that... love..? No. It couldn't be. A monster doesn't deserve love.
Whatever thing that was trying to claw its way out of the dark finally succeeded. It ripped away the darkness, blinding the monster with white hot pain. A blood-curdling screech forces itself from the monster's throat.
As the last note rings out, the jet black armour slowly degrates away, leaving a frail body behind. White pale skin stretched over bone and dark, sunken in closed eyes. Bony fingers and ruffled stark porcelain white hair. The frail body slumps forward slowly as if time slowed down.
Two leather clad arms catch the frail young male in their clutches, gently bringing the body seemingly made from glass closer to their owner's chest. A hand clad in slight dirt makes its way up the young man's body to his head. Pale caloused fingers with dark purple colored nails rake their way into the soft stark white locks, while the other clutched a frail, bony hand.
Silence rings out in the alleyway. Two pale looking individuals, who eerily look quite similar, are holding hands. Their bright dyed green, purple and black hair swaying in the wind. Another individual with bright crimson colored hair, obscuring their right eye from view, stands beside the two individuals holding hands.
A few meters away, a figure leans against the dirty brick wall, eyes closed. They soon open, revealing black scela and red irises. Soon all the figures are staring at the indigo haired young male clutching his battered and sickly looking lover in his arms. The male's arms and body are slightly shaking with quiet sobs.
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Hours later, a cleaned, bandaged, and slightly healed white haired male is laying on a thin mattress on the floor in a dark room. Taped to the male's right bicep is a [] with red liquid instead of the usual pale white.
Around the pale figure were five individuals. Three of them were sitting on a small red couch nearby, one of them on a red-haired individual's lap. Another individual was standing with their heavily tattooed hand on the shoulder of a teenage boy whose face was hidden in the nook of his arm. The boy hand one frail white hand clutched tightly in his.
A sigh rang throughout the eerily quiet room coming from the couch. Uta looked over his shoulder, his eyes locking with Kaira's. Uta cocked his pierced eyebrow looking expectantly at the crimson-haired figure. Reiji's arms tightened around Kaira's waist slightly.
Kaira looked into Uta's black and red eyes, swallowed and shook his head. He unhooked one of Reiji's hands from around his waist and threaded their fingers together. Reiji gingerly placed his chin onto Kaira's shoulder and looked up at him through his colored bangs.
Kaira looked into Reiji's concerned eyes. Reiji could see that Kaira's were filled with worry. This made him tighten his arm around the boy's waist and rub soothing circles into Kaira's knuckles.
Rei looked over towards the pair and placed his hand on Kaira's thigh, squeezing it lightly.
"Don't worry. He'll get throught this. I'm sure of it."
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The Torture I Go Through
AléatoireKaneki had gotten away from Arima. He was beaten to near death, but he still survived with the last of his strength. Now he is living in the abandoned 1st ward where only the cheapest criminals live. He has made a decision to stop eating. Because of...
